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ok!!!! i have this idea for a stranger things fic where in order to pass english they have to perform in the shakespeare festival and the reader is their scene partner. i’m thinking about making either an eddie munson or steve harrington version, or maybe both??? would y’all be interested in getting two versions????? let me know!!!

#stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #steve harrington fic #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader

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Fall in Love for the Night (Barry Allen x Reader)

a/n: hello! i know its been a long time but i just found this story i wrote a while ago and it was too good not to share. based on the song “Lets Fall in Love for the Night” by Finneas. also i definitely stole the Scarlet Witch name from Marvel but i love her name and powers so i don’t care. its also in first person fight me i dare you

pairing: Barry Allen (CW) x Reader 

summary: Finding herself alone on Valentines Day, the reader decides to fall in love with a stranger. Only, is he really a stranger at all? 

warnings: none?, implications of sex

word count: 2,515

It was one of my least favorite days of the year, Valentines Day. Well, that’s not totally true. I have a complicated relationship with Valentines Day. When I have someone, its a great day. When I’m alone, it’s a glaring reminder that I am indeed alone. It has been a trying couple of years leaving little time to focus on building romantic relationships. There was time for a few meaningless hookups or bad first dates but nothing that could have even been considered to be serious. Being a meta-human certainly didn’t help the situation. After the particle accelerator exploded I had been gifted with telekinesis, energy manipulation, telepathy, and more powers than I could have ever desired or hoped to explain. I had been dubbed “The Scarlet Witch” due to the red hue my magic exuded. Not to be mixed up with Central City’s own “Scarlet Speedster” or “The Flash” as he was commonly referred to.

After a few accidental team ups, I was invited to join “Team Flash” and help them keep our city safe. I was tentative to say yes but I am so glad I did. My one rule was that the Flash and I should still keep our secret identities in case one of us was ever captured. Luckily Cisco developed some tech in our masks that would ensure we wouldn’t recognize our voices or looks when we were together. After a few months, I’ve come to love this life and it’s more rewarding than I could have imagined. And yet, here I am, a super hero alone on Valentines day. I decided that instead of moping in my apartment, I’d go to a karaoke bar and laugh at the horrible singing. I walked in and was immediately engulfed in the smell of alcohol and the screeching of “Dancing Queen” by ABBA. I sat down at the bar and ordered something equivalent to an alcoholic Shirley Temple. A minute or so later, a tall lanky man slumped into the seat next to me and ordered a ginger ale. “You alright?” I asked him. He nodded and chuckled. “My friends convinced me this would be better than staying home tonight but I think I’m getting permanent ear damage” he joked. I laughed. “Yeah I figured seeing people make a fool of themselves would make me feel better about not having a date on Valentines Day” I replied. “Yeah I don’t have one either”. 

There was a moment of comfortable silence. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N by the way” I said, my hand outstretched. “I’m Barry Allen” he replied shaking my hand. I finished the rest of my drink and turned to face Barry, an idea forming in my head. “I have a proposition for you Barry”. He looked at me and cocked his head to one side. “Shoot”. I smiled. “I propose we get back at the whole concept of today by pretending like we’ve been together for years and just fall in love for the night and go our separate ways in the morning. No holding back, no regrets, just doing the stuff that we feel shitty about usually missing on this day. What do you say?” He smiled slightly and looked around. Damn my ‘no mind reading without consent’ policy. “Ok just think about it this way, we are both total strangers! We will probably never see each other again after tonight and if we do, we will just laugh about it. Besides, it’ll make for one hell of a story”. His smile widened. “Alright Y/N you have got your self a deal. Let’s fall in love for the night”. He looked towards his friends who were not so sneakily sneaking out the door of the bar giving him a thumbs up. We both laughed. “Well at least we don’t have an audience” I said. “So what should we do first?” he asked. “How about a shot for extra courage” I recommended. “Bartender, two vodka shots for me and my-” he paused “girlfriend”. I laughed. “My boyfriend, he knows I’m a vodka girl!” I joked. After the shots I got another idea. I looked behind him at the karaoke stage. He turned his head and then looked back at me. “Oh no no no I don’t think so” he said nervously. “Come on Allen, no holding back!” I said grabbing his hand. I pulled him up to the stage and queued up a song. “Don’t I at least get a say in the song choice?” “Nope!” I said, ruffling his hair. He laughed and looked at the monitor. The lyrics to “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey began to scroll. He scoffed a bit and rolled his eyes, but his smile was a constant. I started the song off. He seemed surprised that I could actually sing. Together we sang and laughed and eventually the whole bar was singing with us. During the musical break he spun me around and we danced until the lyrics came back. When the song finally ended we clung to each other as we left the stage. “That was so much fun!” he remarked. “I think we sounded pretty good to” I added. “Whats next?” he asked me. “Hey I’ve made all the decisions so far so it’s up to you now.” He thought for a moment. “We’re going bowling” he announced. He stretched his hand out. I smiled and accepted. “Lead the way handsome”.

We made our way to the Bowlarama and the game began. “I must warn you, I am an awesome bowler” he bragged. “Oh is that right?” I said. I took a step forward so our chests were nearly touching, purposefully trying to build tension. “I’m an awful bowler” I said finally. He exhaled and laughed, turning away from me. With that, the game was on. As we took turns the in between banter began to heat up. Each time we passed each other we got closer, sometimes so close we would just whisper what we had to say. I used any and every pet name I could think of and he pretended to be wounded whenever I used his real name. He pretended to teach me how to bowl and I pretended to be more clueless after each attempt. And then, completely by accident, I bowled a strike. “Oh my god, I did it!” I exclaimed, jumping up and down. “Yes!” Barry was as excited as I was. We ran to each other and embraced. My legs left the ground and he spun me around. When the spinning stopped and my feet touched the ground, we froze. We were pressed up against each other, our faces only inches from touching. Before either of us could fully process, a voice spoke up. “Uh this is a public place”. We turned to find a somewhat annoyed father shielding his squirming kids’ eyes. We quickly separated and laughed. After a few moments of silence and averted eye contact Barry spoke. “Well, the night is still young, what do you wanna do next?”. I looked at my phone. “Well, it’s only 9 so…” my voice trailed a bit. “Actually, could we head back to my place quickly? I wanna turn my lights on so that it looks like I’m home before we head out to our next location”. “Ok sounds good” he replied. 

We made our way back to my apartment complex, arms linked the whole time. Once we reached the door, he opened it like a gentleman. We entered the elevator and I pushed the button for the 5th floor. As the doors closed I looked at Barry. We were standing a few feet apart. I did an exaggerated side step and grabbed his hand. He looked slightly startled but squeezed my hand, bringing it up and kissing the back. I felt myself blush, trying to contain the goofy grin I knew I was sporting. He did the same. The elevator doors opened and I lead Barry to my little slice of heaven. I unlocked the door and entered, gesturing for him to follow. “This should only take a sec”. He put his hands in his pockets and looked around. “This is a really cool place”. “Thanks!” I said. “Oh cool!” he said, making his way deeper into the loft towards a Doctor Who poster on the wall. “Are you a Doctor Who fan?” I asked. “Yeah I love it”. I smiled and stood next to him. “I take a lot of inspiration from the Doctor in my daily life” I said. “Oh yeah?” he replied. “Hmmn. I strive to be kind and brave while still doing no harm to anyone” I answered, my eyes fixed on the poster of the TARDIS. I looked back at Barry to find he was already staring at me, a sincere smile painting his face. I took a step closer to him, he repeated this action. I felt strange. I’d had butterflies before but this was something different. My heart was actually aching for him, like if we didn’t touch soon my heart would just break from the hope and anticipation. I looked down at his hand and interlaced my fingers with his before looking into his eyes. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on mine, our noses touching. I was afraid to speak or even breathe as the slightest movement would cause our lips to touch. The silence was broken when Barry chuckled and pulled away. 

“What?” I asked, somewhat breathlessly. “When you said we should fall in love for tonight you really weren’t kidding” he said, continuing to chuckle softly as he sat down on my couch. I let out a short laugh and shook my head slightly, joining him on the couch. “It has been fun hasn’t it” I said looking at him. He nodded. “I haven’t felt normal in a long time so I feel like I needed something like this” I finished. “Yeah, I’d say that’s an understatement”. We made eye contact and began to laugh more. “You really are a shit bowler by the way” he said. I scoffed and feigned offense. “How dare you” I exclaimed. I picked up a throw pillow and hit him in the arm, a little harder than I intended. “Oh is that how it is?” he asked cockily. “Yeah that’s how it is” I replied, mimicking his tone. “Its so on” he replied grabbing a pillow next him. I let out a small scream as the pillow fight began. I got in a few hits but Barry was clearly winning. In a last ditch effort to gain control, I tackled him from over the arm of the couch and pinned him down. Again, we froze as we realized the position we put ourselves in. I was on top of him, practically straddling him, and his hands were around my waist. Our noses were nearly touching. My heart ached again. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ I began, sitting up and swinging my leg off of him. “No uh it’s fine I um-“ he stammered, sitting up as well. 

We sat in silence for a moment. Then he spoke. “You know what screw it.” He grabbed my hip and my hand as I swung my leg back over him so I was now straddling his lap facing him, my hands on his shoulders and his hands around my waist. “I’m gonna kiss you” he said. “Please do” I replied urgently, my hands already making their way to his cheeks. Our lips crashed together passionately, the night-long tension finally breaking. My hands moved between his cheeks and hair while his hands wandered from my waist and under my shirt along my back. We finally broke to catch our breath. After a few more pecks on the lips we laughed together. “You know, we did say that we would do all the stuff we usually miss on Valentines Day….” I said between more kisses. “Thats true” he replied, peppering kisses down my neck. We both paused and he cupped my cheeks. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked seriously. “I need to feel all of you” I replied. He smirked. I pushed myself off and offered my hand. He took it and stood up. I pulled him in and kissed him more. “Follow me” I said, leading him to my bed room. 

~the next day~

“The sex was absolutely incredible and then he spent the night! When he left this morning I was actually sad to see him go- I mean the whole night was just so incredible” I said to Caitlin, telling my story about the night before. “And you seriously aren’t going to tell me this guys name?? Did you even get his number?” She replied. “Nope. We decided it would just be a one night thing; a unique shared experience”. “Wow,” Caitlin said sighing. “Well I’m gonna go run the training course, I’ll see ya in 30” I said, walking down the hall. “Morning Scarlet” “Morning Speedy”. The Flash entered the Cortex and greeted Caitlin, a huge grin on his face. “Woah someone is happy this morning”. “Yeah I had the most incredible night of my life last night”. “Really?…” Caitlin questioned, beginning to put the puzzle pieces together. “Yeah I met this amazing girl and it was like we lived an entire relationship in one night”. Cait chuckled. “Let me guess, she made you sing ‘Don’t Stop Believing at the karaoke bar I declined to attend with you last night”. He raised his eyebrow. “Wait yeah how did you know that?” he asked. Caitlin cackled and began to walk out of the room. “I have to find Cisco this is too good!”. He stood in the Cortex puzzled. Then he heard Cisco’s booming laughter followed by loud chatter. “Guys what are you doing I just started the course, what’s going on?” I asked Caitlin and Cisco as they pulled me back into the Cortex. The two stood behind the desk and looked at the two heroes in front of them. “Scarlet how was your Valentines Day?” Cisco asked, a huge smile on his face. “Uh oh yeah it was incredible, I bowled my first strike without bumpers” I replied. I looked at the Flash and his jaw dropped. “Flash, how was yours?” Caitlin asked. “I…fell for a stranger” he replied slowly. My jaw dropped as well. Cisco and Caitlin sat down and waited for what they hoped would happen next. The Flash and I tentatively took off our respective masks. When I looked up, I found the eyes of Barry Allen staring back at me. He sighed and smiled. “Thank god” Barry said, quickly pulling me into a deep kiss. Caitlin and Cisco fist bumped and then left the Cortex. We finally pulled away and looked into each others eyes. “I couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing you again” he said. “You are never gonna get rid of me Speedy” I replied smiling. We kissed again, finally being true to ourselves and to each other. 

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#barry allen #barry allen x reader #barry allen x you #barry allen fanfic #cw flash #the flash #caitlyn snow #cisco ramon #the flash fanfiction

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some George Weasley headcanons that are 100% true

-he is actually a really good dancer when he’s not being goofy

-he taps his nose when he thinks

-he lets Ginny put a bunch of ponytails all over his hair when she’s sad

-his hands are incredibly strong to the point where he accidentally breaks things when he grips them

-he plays the bass

-when people ask which Weasley he is he says Ron

-he can get really jealous

-he’s sassy as hell

-he broke his nose falling off of his broom while trying to ride it standing up (he hit a tree first)

-he really enjoys reading

-he can do that thing where you pop your shoulder in and out of its socket

thats all for now! hope you enjoyed x

#george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley headcanon #harry potter headcanon #weasley twins #Ron Weasley #ginny weasley #george weasley fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #hogwarts #headcanon #headcanons #weasley headcanon

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Doctor Who Playlist!

oswin, pond, and tyler <3

i made a really long playlist inspired by how i imagine it feels to travel with the 10th and 11th doctors so if you wanna have a listen it’s liked above :)

#doctor who #11th Doctor #10th doctor #David Tennant #Matt Smith #amy pond #clara oswald #clara oswin #rose tyler #tenrose #tadris #doctor who playlist #doctor who companions #new who #whovian

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Truth or Dare? Part 2 (George Weasley x Reader x Draco Malfoy)

Part One: The Party, Part Two: The Agreement

a/n: hey friends! part two was requested but i think i just accidentally started another series! let me know who you think y/n should choose or if you have any date situation suggestions! x also let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

pairing: George Weasley x Gryffindor! Reader x Draco Malfoy

summary: the morning after a game of truth or dare with Veritaserum goes wrong, an agreement is made

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

The next morning my head was pounding. The pounding wasn’t due to a hangover but due to the realizations about what at least the next few weeks were going to be like. I groaned and shifted in my bed. “Good morning sleepy head” Hermione’s voice rang. “Shhhh too loud” I murmured, covering my face with my pillow. Hermione chuckled and sat on the foot of my bed. “You are in for one hell of a day today” she said. “Just be glad that today is Saturday and you don’t have to see Malfoy in class for a few days”. I groaned again. “Did I really say that I would consider hooking up with Malfoy and George?” I asked, sitting up a bit. Hermione chuckled. “Unfortunately”. We looked at each other and laughed. “You know you had fun though” I said. Hermione rolled her eyes. “Okay maybe a little bit of fun, but you better get ready because your life is about to get weird” she said. I sighed and nodded knowingly. “I think all I can do now is act as normally as possible and get some breakfast. I’m starving”. Hermione stood up and went to put on her shoes. “I must admit I am shocked that you are actually up. I would have thought that after last night you would sleep until noon”. I swung my legs off of the bed and stretched. “I always make a point to get up early after a night of drinking, that way people think I’m more invincible than I really am”. Hermione looked back and raised her eyebrows at me. I smirked. “I’ll meet you in the common room in five” I said. She shook her head and left the room.

Once Hermione made it down to the common room she was immediately attacked with questions about the Slytherin party. There was a chorus of ‘what happened’ and ‘is it true that..?’ from everyone. Before she could even think to answer the twins in their usual authoritative big brother ways rescued her and dispersed the crowd. “Crazy night last night” Fred remarked. “I’m surprised you two are up” Hermione replied. “I don’t think George has been to bed yet” Fred said, nodding his head in George’s direction. Although redheads are known for being pale, George looked paler than he ever had but there was something just beneath the surface of his aura bubbling. Hermione wasn’t sure what was bubbling but she deduced it must be a mix of embarrassment and anger. “Is Y/N up yet” Fred continued. Hearing this, George perked up a bit. “Yes she’ll be down in five”.

A few moments later Harry and Ron joined Fred, George and Hermione in the common room. “Blimey George, you look awful” Ron remarked. This earned him a double slap on the head from the twins, and one from Hermione, just for good measure. Finally, the moment came. Y/N descended the stairs from the girls dormitory and into the common room. “Sorry to keep you all waiting, I had trouble finding the socks I wanted to wear”. I looked down at my feet proudly. Peaking out between my boots and my cuffed jeans were socks pattered with different breeds of dogs chasing butterflies. There was silence as every one stared at Y/N. “Alright lets just get this over with, George can I speak to you for a moment, alone”. Everyone’s focus shifted back to George. He nodded. “We’ll catch up in a minute” he said. The group shifted nervously before climbing out of the portrait hole and heading towards the Great Hall.

“So, last night got kinda weird” I began. “Yeah I um, sorry about that” George replied, in a manner more nervous than I had ever seen him before. “Don’t be sorry, I mean out of everyone in the room who it could have been I’m glad you volunteered” I joked. “Really?” he asked, his confidence returning. “Yeah I mean come on, who wouldn’t want to catch your eye. You are sweet, funny, clever, and tall which is just a great bonus” I said. George chuckled. “So are we good?” I asked. “Yeah we’re good. Now let’s go before Ron eats all of the food” he laughed. We made our way out of the portrait hole and started towards the Great Hall. Everything was going fine until we reached the door. “Damn I was hoping this could wait” I whispered. Malfoy and his posse were standing at the door, most likely waiting for me to come it. “Ah there’s my favorite girl” Malfoy said slyly. Pansy’s jaw dropped slightly upon hearing this but she quickly regained her composure. “Nope nope none of that” I said. “Look Malfoy, the question was only who I would hook up with, not who I fancy. Objectively, you are attractive which is about the only reason I would even considered getting within ten feet of you but I am not going to fall in love with you so let’s just stop all of this right now”. Malfoy’s posse oohed at this denial. Hermione, Fred, Ron, and Harry got up from the Gryffindor table and quickly joined the huddle. “You say that now but I think you’ll find I can be very persuasive”. Hearing this George lost it and pushed Malfoy to the ground. “Don’t even think about trying anything funny or you will be in a world of hurt”.

By this point, the entire Great Hall had ceased conversation and were staring at the scene unfolding in front of them. Malfoy stood up and huffed. “You are going to regret that Thing One” he said angrily. “I know how we can solve this” Blaise said, stepping between the two boys. “Since the two of you clearly fancy Y/N let’s settle this by having each of you go on a date with her, then she will pick who she likes the best”. “Fine” Malfoy said. “Works for me” George added. “But let’s set some ground rules” Hermione chimed in. The Slytherin’s all groaned. “No one is allowed to interfere with the other date. That means no hexes, curses, or pranks allowed” she finished. “This is absolutely ridiculous” I said. “I’m not just some toy to be passed around”. “Of course not,” Ron began, “but you do want to get this over with as quickly as possible right?”. I sighed. “Alright fine, but I have a few rules of my own. No one can eavesdrop on either of the dates and no love potions” I said, eyeing the entire circle. “Now let’s all shake on it and then go our separate ways for the day”. There were groans but eventually everyone shook hands and returned to their different tables. Hermione put her arm around be as we walked back to the dorms after breakfast. “This is gonna be hell” I said. She chuckled. “And we are all going to enjoy it very much” Fred added.

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part two requested by: @tolietpaper  @aforestfloor444​

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wattpad vs. tumblr?

hey friends! so i know some people prefer the wattpad format over tumblr so i have posted some of my stuff there. would you guys prefer i post on both? are their certain stories you want posted on wattpad? let me know! 

my user name is the same just in case you wanna check it out: easily-infatuated23

#fanfiction writer #harry potter fanfiction #Doctor Who fanfic #wattpad #wattpad vs tumblr #tumblr writing community #writing platforms

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Undercover- Part Five

Prologue, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

a/n: hello! parts of this are loosely based on a Doctor Who episode but i felt like it added to this. this series will probably be coming to a close soon but i hope you enjoy! Y/H/H= your hogwarts house Y/E/C= your eye color

pairing: Healer! Draco x Reader

summary: Draco calls upon Harry Potter for help to find Y/N before she is killed by the Dark Saints

warnings: ok so we’ve got a little bit of blood and mentions of torture and violence, and reader is choked for like .5 seconds

word count: 1.4k

Being an Auror is not an easy job. It takes a lot of willpower and strength to be surrounded by darkness everyday and still be able to go home and smile. The job didn’t leave much time for seeing friends but Harry Potter did his best. The oddest friend he had made after the war was Draco Malfoy. He felt sorry for the bully. As much as he hated Draco while at Hogwarts, the war showed him that under his evil exterior, was a scared kid trying to please his parents in any way he could. Harry had even testified at Draco’s hearing. He defended Draco saying that had he not had Lucius Malfoy for a father, he probably wouldn’t have become a Death Eater. After this, he and Draco began meeting for lunch and slowly making amends. It took a few years but the two had managed to build a working friendship, but, the day that Draco called Harry and asked that he come to Malfoy Manor immediately seemed out of the ordinary.

Once Harry arrived, he found Draco looking worse for wear. His face looked hollow and his blonde hair was messy. “Thank you so much for coming. I hate to pull you away from work but this is very serious and I don’t know who else to trust” Draco said, as he rubbed the side of his face anxiously. “Whats going on?” Harry inquired. “Do you remember Y/F/N Y/L/N? She was two years behind us at school in Y/H/H?”. Harry thought for a moment and then nodded. “Nice kid, she kinda disappeared after school if I remember correctly”. Draco sighed and nodded. He then proceeded to tell Harry the whole story. He showed him Y/N’s list and even the book that contained signatures of the most evil witches and wizards as of late. They returned back to the kitchen as Draco finished his story. “And then she disapparated. I have no idea where she is now but, I’m worried about her”. Harry adjusted his glasses. “You did the right thing telling me this. I knew about the deaths and every time I tried to investigate my inquiries were shut down by an anonymous higher up. Now I know why”. In his voice was a tone of frustration and sadness. There had been a war going on right beneath his nose and he hadn’t seen it. Harry looked at the list of names again and frowned. Some had been friends, or in the least faces he grew to recognize from years of passing through the halls of the ministry. “She must be terrified” Draco said remorsefully. “Yes. But she is also brave. This assignment is incredibly dangerous and the fact that she has survived this far tells me that she uses that fear well. As a strange man once told me, fear keeps you fast”.

Draco began pacing back and forth. “What are we going to do?” he asked. Harry thought for a while. The next steps would be difficult ones for sure. “Well, the first thing we have to do is find Y/N and keep her safe and hidden. Even if we manage to get Hiram Baxter to trial, it’s unlikely the ministry will accept a second hand testimony from either you or I. We need her”. Draco nodded in agreement. Then, he remembered. Draco slapped his palm to the middle of his forehead and scoffed at himself. “I’m so thick! I completely forgot that I still have her DNA trace from the hospital. It’ll be risky to use if the Dark Saints have figured out how to use it, but it’s worth a shot”. Harry pulled his wand out of his jacket. “Right, let’s get started”.

Once Draco activated the trace, the two men followed the trail and found themselves on a familiar street. “12 Grimmauld Place” Harry said wistfully. “She really is smart”. The two checked the area for any muggles or unwelcome wizards before entering the former home base of the Order of the Phoenix. After they entered, Draco deactivated the trace. “Even though this was once a place that housed friends, we should still be cautious” Harry said. Draco nodded and drew his wand. Harry motioned for the two to advance down the hall. They were each checking rooms when they heard a loud bang. “That came from one of the rooms upstairs” Harry remarked. As they climbed the stairs the sounds of voices became more apparent.

“Now now little missy we don’t want to make a fuss” a gruff voice growled in a thick northern accent. There were muffled sounds of someone struggling, and the slight scrapping of a chair on the floor. Harry and Draco inched closer to the door and were met with a horrible sight. Y/N was tied to a chair. She was gagged and had fresh wounds on her face and arms. She had clearly been involved in a struggle. There were three large men in the room. One lounging on the bed and smiling devilishly, the other leaning against the opposite wall, and the third was circling Y/N. He was the man whose voice the two had heard. As he circled Y/N, he would lean in and whisper something foul in her ear or toss her hair. “He’s trying to intimidate her” Harry whispered. The gruff northerner spoke again. “So, let’s try this again. Tell me what you know and you’ll be spared, refuse to speak and you die” he growled. He leaned forward and removed the gag from her mouth before settling into a chair positioned directly in front of her. She gasped for air and took some deep desperate breaths before finally speaking. “Fine, I’ll tell you what I know” she said, a single tear rolling down her cheek. “But first, answer me one question..” The northerner’s face twisted impatiently. “Are you new at this or something because you are really bad at threatening people” she said. Her attitude and posture had changed suddenly. The tears had gone along with any trace of fear or desperation in her voice. “What?” the northerner said, genuinely shocked. “I mean come on, you can’t tell the one person who has the information you need that if they don’t tell you, you’ll kill them. Thats interrogation rule number one”. The other two men shifted curiously as their attention focused in on Y/N. “I mean honestly, you’ve just told me that not telling you will keep me alive. Besides, let’s face it, you and I both know that once I tell you what I know you are going to kill me any way”. The northerner stood up and pushed away his chair angrily. He grabbed Y/N by the throat and lifted her slightly out of her chair and closer to his face. “Then I guess we’ll have to torture it out of you” he spat. “Then do your worst because I will gladly go through any amount of pain before I give up my life” she choked. He let go of her neck and she slammed back into the chair.

Draco and Harry were shocked. Draco had seen how terrified she was in the manor, but here it seemed all that fear had been hidden away. Harry’s mind was spinning. He was desperately trying to formulate a plan that would end with Y/N making it out of the situation alive but every situation he tried ended in death. A jab in the ribs from Draco brought Harry out of his head. He looked at the blonde who was pointing into the room. Y/N’s hands were tightly balled into fists but if you looked closely, there was a dim grey light emitting from between her fingers. Draco looked up at Y/N’s face and found her Y/E/C eyes starring back into him. She had seen them. Her attitude remained completely the same except for a slight wink and a small facial gesture indicating that the two should be ready to hold their breath. She turned her head to the right to look back at the northerner who was huddled up with his associates whispering. “Hey boys, pleasant dreams” she mocked. Then, the most peculiar bit of magic either Draco or Harry had ever seen occurred. Y/N un-balled her fists and the grey light turned into fog and flooded the room within seconds. Harry and Draco held their breath as they watched the three men try to make their way to Y/N before their bodies seemingly shut down. They then heard a sharp inhale come from Y/N and the fog disappeared. The two tentatively entered the room and were met with the sight of three large men passed out on the floor and Y/N smiling weakly. “Welcome to the party” she said.

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[easily-infatuated23]

I Have a Question to Ask You

a/n: I loved this request! I changed it up a bit but i hope you enjoy!

request: could i please make a request for a harry potter x gryffindor reader? taking place during the yule ball, Y/N  is a popular girl and has many guys asking her to go with them. leaving harry with little chance to ask her, but he really wants to. so basically Y/N is like cho except she says yes to him lmao

pairing: Harry Potter x Gryffindor! Reader

summary: Harry asks Y/N, the most popular Gryffindor girl, to the Yule Ball

warnings: a sick burn on malfoy

word count: 1.2k

The Great Hall was as buzzing with an excitement that would normally seem out of place on a cold December morning such as this. But, the entire castle was looking forward to something special, the Yule Ball. Some people were elated at the idea of getting to dress up and be asked to the dance, and others were panicking about having to ask or be asked. Through all of the noise, one voice cut into the chosen one’s ears. “Harry get a hold of yourself” Hermione scolded. “You’ve been staring at Y/N for nearly two minutes” she finished. “Sorry I just can’t help it” Harry replied. He didn’t mean to fall for the most popular and beautiful girl in Gryffindor. It truly had been an accident. He had first seen her on the train to Hogwarts in his second year. He could still vividly remember the shy smile she flashed him that made his heart skip a beat.

“Have you ever considered, and this may sound crazy…talking to her?” Ron asked sarcastically. Harry glared at Ron across the table. Suddenly, the trio’s attention was drawn back to the girl. A large group of Ravenclaws had made their way over to her, pushing Jordan Hammer to the front of the pack. “Hey Y/N” he said as cooly as possible. Harry saw her sigh slightly before turning to face the tall Ravenclaw. “Hi Jordan” she replied. “This is going to be brutal” Ron said. “What do you mean?” Harry asked. “Just watch” Hermione replied, nodding her head in Y/N’s direction. “So anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Yule Ball with me”. There was a pause. “Look Jordan, you are a really nice guy but I’m going to have to say no”. Jordan’s eyes dropped to the floor as the Ravenclaws and some of the surrounding Gryffindors burst into laughter. “I’m really sorry” Y/N said as the pack dispersed. “That really was brutal” Harry said turning back to his friends. “Thats not even the worst part. Thats the third guy to ask her…today” Ron replied. Harry raised his eyebrows. “Today? It’s only 8 am”. Ron nodded.

Since Y/N was the same year as Harry, he had nearly every class that day with her, and the proposals never seemed to stop. There was one from a 5th year Hufflepuff on the way to class from breakfast, one during Divinations from Draco Malfoy which ended particularly horribly with a great line from Y/N, and about 3 more throughout the day. In all that time, Harry had tried to go up and talk to her but people kept getting in the way. However, his luck seemed to turn during Potions. Snape had changed seating assignments which some how ended with Harry and Y/N being partners. Ron and Hermione were siting across from them, giving Harry small glances and nods. “This is your chance” Harry thought to himself. Once they began working on the class assignment, Harry mustered up all of his courage and spoke. “Your take down of Malfoy during Divinations was brilliant” he said. She looked up at him from her book and chuckled as she tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “Yeah I am actually really proud of that” she replied. “I mean-‘I don’t see a date with me in your future’- absolutely hysterical!” The two laughed. “I’m sure you are tired of people asking you to the ball at all hours of the day”. She shrugged. “Yeah I guess. I mean, I appreciate that people care enough to say anything but it kinda feels like I’m just this trophy they are trying to prove to their friends they can win”. She looked back down at her book. There was a few moments of uncomfortable silence. “I’m really sorry about that. If it makes you feel better, I wasn’t planning on just coming up to you and trying to ask you to the ball”. Harry grimaced and he could of sworn he heard Hermione scoff. “Why did I say that?!” he thought. Y/N looked back at him, puzzled. “You weren’t?”. Thinking fast, Harry said the first thing he could think of. “No no, not like that, I mean you are incredibly beautiful and any guy would be lucky to go with you but, no matter who I ask I would want to talk to them first. I mean for all they know I could be the most boring date in the world and I would hate to do that to someone”. There was a small moment of silence again. “Nice save” Ron whispered sarcastically.

Y/N chuckled again before she suddenly composed herself and looked Harry directly in the eyes. “It’s a shame, you are probably the only person I would have said yes to”. She flashed him a small smirk before returning to her work. The whole table, especially Harry, were stunned. Harry looked at Ron, who was of no help. He merely shrugged and continued to look dumbfounded. Harry blinked and then an idea formed in his head. He picked up his quill and continued the assignment. “You know, I didn’t say I wasn’t planning on asking you” he said nonchalantly. Y/N stopped writing and turned to him. “What do you mean?” she asked. “All I said was I wasn’t planning on just walking up and asking you. And I don’t know about you but I’d consider this talking. So step one, success” he said, barely looking up from his work. Y/N smiled and bit her lip slightly before returning back to her work. “So, what’s step two?” she inquired. Harry’s heart was pounding. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. “Well, I was going to come up to you in the common room and ask you about a homework assignment and then after you answered I was gonna start to walk away…” he started. “Mmm hmm and then..?” she asked, smirking at him again. “Um well then I was going turn around like I had forgotten something and say something along the lines of ‘I have a question to ask you, do you want to go to the ball?’ and then hope you said yes”.

Once he finished this little charade he looked at her. She was biting her lip again and clearly holding back a laugh. “You made all of that up right now didn’t you?” she asked. “Yeah pretty much” Harry replied. They both laughed again. “I’m going to have to do that now aren’t I?” he asked. “Oh definitely” she replied, still laughing. “But don’t worry, I promise I’ll say yes. Besides, I turned down nearly 27 people waiting for you to ask me.” Harry’s jaw dropped. “Y-you, wait, you were waiting for me to ask you?” he stammered. “27 people?” Ron said loudly, earning a slap on the back of the head from Hermione. Just then, class ended and everyone began collecting their things. “What time should I happen to find myself in the common room tonight?” Y/N asked coyly. “Around 7:30?” Harry proposed. She smiled and squeezed his hand. “Can’t wait” she said as she picked up her bag and left the classroom. Hermione and Ron walked up beside Harry. “That was quite the rollercoaster” Hermione said. “Tell me about it” Ron replied.

#Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #Gryffindor #gryffindor!reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter x gryffindor!reader #yule ball #Draco Malfoy

[easily-infatuated23]

The Prophecy in Her Mind

Chapter One: The Girl at the Door

a/n: hey! i’m working on some old requests so here’s something that came out of my brain a while ago. i normally do x reader but this is an oc

pairing: at the moment just friendship with the trio and the Weasley family

summary: A strange girl comes to the Burrow and is in trouble, she has a special gift that may turn out to be important to the golden trio and bringing down Voldemort

warnings: mentions of kidnap 

word count: 3,150 

It was a cheery night in the Burrow. Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and Mr. Weasley all sat around the table enjoying a delicious supper made by the one and only Molly Weasley. There was laughter, conversation, and love exuding from the table. Molly beamed at her family. She was always so happy when her children returned from Hogwarts. The Burrow was far too quiet with out them. Suddenly, Molly heard a noise that pulled her out of her thoughts. “Every one be quiet” she said. The table followed her command and a hush fell over them. She heard it again. It was a knock at the door. “Who could that be so late?” Molly questioned as she stood from the table. Although no one else stood, they all leaned as far as they could to catch a glimpse of the stranger at the door. When Molly pulled open the door, she was met with the sight of a teenage girl. She was wearing a black turtle neck, an oversized jean jacket, black jeans, and black boots with purple laces. The girl was soaking wet. Apparently, it had been raining. The atmosphere in the kitchen had been so sunny, she hadn’t noticed the sudden down pour. “Please Ma’am, may I come in, I’m in terrible trouble”.

“Thats odd” Molly thought. The girl had an American accent. What was she doing here? The girl was crying and trembling slightly and kept checking over her shoulder as if she was expecting someone to come running after her. Molly poked her head out of the door and looked both ways. She saw torch lights moving swiftly towards the house. She looked at the girl. “Come in dear” she said, pulling the girl into the warm house. Now her family had inched closer, leaving their seats. “What kind of trouble are you in?” Molly asked. The girl looked at Molly’s big family and then back at her. She seemed a trustworthy woman but the girl was unsure if she was the right person to tell. She looked again at the family and this time saw dishes in the sink that were cleaning themselves. This was the right woman. So, the girl told her. “I have a rare gift, even for the wizarding world, and someone put a bounty on me to be delivered who knows where and I need to hide until they pass, please please help me” she said, her trembling worsening.

“It’s ok dear, we’ll keep you safe” Molly said reassuringly. “Harry, give her your invisibility cloak. Ron, wipe down where she was standing so it isn’t wet. You all sit down and act normal. They may try to come in”. The one brown haired boy, apparently named Harry, threw the girl a cloak and she swung it over her body. She then backed her self into a corner and stood as still as she could, barely allowing herself to breathe. Then, the group heard shouts growing louder. The sounds of the hunting party grew nearer and nearer to the Burrow. There was a bang on the door. Molly took a deep breath and opened it. “Can I help you sir?” she said sweetly. “I sure hope so. We’re looking for our uh…sister” the man lied, looking at the other men around him and sniggering. “Have you seen a girl run by here in the last few minutes?” the man finished. “Oh no sorry, I’ve just been having dinner with my family. I didn’t even know it was raining” she smiled. The man looked past her into the kitchen. He then looked at the floor to see if it was wet. “Dry. Damn” he thought. “Alrighty then miss. If you see a girl around here, you call this number” he said, handing her a business card. “Of course, we wouldn’t want a child out in this weather!” Molly said cheerfully. “Damn she’s good at lying” the girl thought. The men began to retreat and Molly closed the door. She sat back at the table and continued on with the meal as if the disturbance had never happened. The others were confused at first but played along with Molly’s act. Five minutes passed, then ten, then twenty. The girl was still holding her breath. Finally, Molly stood up and closed all the blinds and put a silencing charm on the room.

“Alright, safe now” Molly said. Everyone exhaled. The girl pulled off the cloak. “I can’t begin to thank you enough for that” the girl said. “Now now don’t start that. First, let’s get you by the fire. Fred, will you get her a blanket?” One of the many redheaded boys nodded and made his way to a cupboard. “I’ll make some tea” the brown haired girl said. Molly smiled at her. The girl went and sat by the fire, feeling the heat made some of her trembling stop. The large group gathered around her. “I’ll do introductions” Molly said. “I’m Molly Weasley, this is my husband Arthur” she began, pointing to the oldest redhead man. “And these are our children Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny” the rest of the red heads smiled and nodded. “And these are our good friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger”. “It’s nice to meet you all. My name is Katherine Beck but people usually just call me Beck”. The two adults locked eyes with each other and then looked back at the damp girl in front of them. “Beckett, that sounds familiar,” Hermione said, handing  a cup of tea.

“When did you get in the country dear?” Molly asked. Beck took a sip from the warm mug before hugging it close to her chest. “I’m not entirely sure” she began. “The last thing I remember was making my way home after buying some school supplies when something hit my head from behind. I then remember waking up in a small room. It was dark and I didn’t have my wand. I heard voices talking about needing to deliver me somewhere but they were keeping me until they were paid, I think.” She rubbed her forehead, trying to remember what else happened. “And then I realized that the window in the room was unlocked so I climbed out and started running. Then I found you”. “So you’re saying someone paid to have you kidnapped?” Ron asked. She nodded. “Bloody hell” he replied. “What is this rare gift you talked about when you first came in?” Harry asked. Beck looked him up and down. He clearly was no stranger to being attacked by seemingly random assailants, pointing to his question not involving her capture. “I can show you if someone would like to volunteer”. Everyone hesitated, looking at each other sheepishly. “I will” Molly said. “Mum be careful we don’t really know who she is” Ginny said. “Your mother knows more about me than she is telling you which on her behalf is a very smart thing to do” Beck said knowingly. The kids looked at each other, Molly kept her gaze fixed in front of her.

The girl reached out her right hand palm up and Molly placed her hand on top, palm down. Then, the girl touched Molly’s shoulder with her left hand. The room was silent. Beck closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes everyone gasped. Her previously green eyes had turned a brilliant violet color. She moved her left hand from Molly’s shoulder and placed it on top of Molly’s hand. She smiled and appeared to be at ease for a time. Then she suddenly let go and her eyes changed back. They stared. A tear fell slowly down Beck’s cheek. “I haven’t seen so much love in a family in a long time” she said. Molly smiled. “What just happened?” Ron asked. “I have just seen your mothers entire life. Past, present, future, every decision she’s presented with and every choice she makes.” “Wicked” Fred and George said.

“Oh that were I have seen your name! In a divination book! I remember reading about the Beckett’s, a family with a long line of powerful seers” Hermione said. Harry and Ron looked puzzled. “Unfortunately, I may be the last of that line” Beck said. “My dad didn’t have the gift and my mom passed when I was four”. “So that’s why those people are after you” Ron said. She nodded. “Why wait for prophecies to be churned out when you can have your own personal fortune teller?”. The room was silent again. “Do you have any idea who contracted those men to take you?” Arthur asked. Beck shook her head sadly. “Well, you can stay here while we work it out.” Molly said. “Thank you Mrs. Weasley. I am not sure how dangerous those men are so I will only stay for tonight. Tomorrow I have to send word to my dad that I’m safe and get a new wand”. The group laughed a little. “With Harry around, we’re always in danger” Fred said chuckling. “Oh shut up Fred” Ginny replied. “It is kind of true” added George.

Beck eyed Harry suspiciously. “May I have your hand” she asked. Harry nodded and stretched out his hand. She repeated the same process but this time, the reading did not appear as happy as the first. Her head shook side to side a little, and her grip tightened around his hand. When she finally opened her eyes, she gasped for air and pushed herself away from Harry. “What is it?” Harry asked. “There are so many things that you don’t know, that you can’t know, until the right time. But, the right time is going to feel to late but if you learn too soon…there is only darkness” she said, her trembling returning. “If the right timing is met, there will be light” she finished. “Now she sounds like Trelwaney” Ron whispered to Hermione. “I-I’m sorry” she said. She then stood up and started to make for the door. “Thank you for all your kindness but I have over stayed my welcome”. Molly stopped her. “It’s still dark and raining, you aren’t going anywhere”. Beck nodded, not daring to look back at the curious eyes of the group. “You can sleep in Ginny’s room with her and Hermione”. Molly said. Ginny stood up and walked over to Beck. “I think I have some clothes that will fit you, although you are a bit taller than me.” “Or I can have one of the twins give you something” Molly replied with a smile. “Thank you” Beck said.

Later that night, Beck couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the past and future horrors of Harry’s life. She decided a glass of water might calm her nerves. She peeled herself off of the floor and crept over to the door. Luckily, it opened noiselessly and she tip toed out and down the stairs. The shorts Ginny had lent her were much shorter than her liking and the large shirt she had borrowed from George hung down past the ends of the shorts. She felt naked and cold but was still determined to get her glass of water. As she glided across the floor to the kitchen she stopped dead in her tracks. However faint it was, she swore she heard someone breathing. She quickly ducked behind a door and covered her mouth. She could still hear the breathing. Gathering some courage, she peeped out from behind the door. It was the youngest redhead boy. She exhaled and stepped out. He jumped. “Blimey you scared me!” he muttered. “Sorry, I was thirsty and then I heard breathing, I panicked” she said. He gave her a small wave telling her that she was forgiven.

She walked over to the sink and filled up a glass. “Why are you up?” she asked. “Oh uh Harry talks in his sleep and sometimes it’s just easier to get up instead of trying to ignore it”. He sat down at the table. She nodded and hopped up onto the kitchen counter. “It’s so quiet here, how do you stand it?” she asked. “What do you mean stand it?” he asked. “Well, back home there’s constant noise and I don’t know I guess I find it comforting” she said. He nodded. “I guess it’s only this quiet at night. There’s actually seven of us so it’s usually very loud” he chuckled. Beck’s eyes widened. “Seven?! Your mother is a saint” she said, with a tone of awe and shock in her voice. “Mum always wanted a daughter so we all say she just had kids until she got one”. His voice was a bit sad now. He looked out of the window, avoiding eye contact. “Hey,” she said, waiting to continue until he met her eyes. “I’d say she lucked out with her sons too. Don’t forget, I saw life through her eyes which means I’ve seen all of your triumphs and felt the pride she feels in you as well”. This made Ron smile a bit bigger. He always felt like the forgotten son. Even if she was lying about what she saw, it made him feel hopeful.

She sighed and looked side to side. She hopped down off of the counter and joined Ron at the table. “May I?” she asked, stretching out her hand. He picked his hand up but hesitated. “I’m not gonna bite, come on”. He pursed his lips together in a thin smile and placed his hand in hers. When her eyes changed again, the dark allowed Ron to truly see how brilliant her violet eyes were. He couldn’t help but stare at her. When she let go she leaned back in her chair. Her eyes were wide and Ron could see she was thinking about something. “What?” he asked. She bit her lip and then leaned closer to him. “I shouldn’t be telling you this but here’s a tip for your future,” she began. Ron leaned in too, eager to hear wha she had to say. “You should listen to Harry when he sleep talks. One day, you might need to use something you hear”. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, a smile spreading across her face. Ron was still leaning forward, now raising his eye brow at her. He then leaned back slowly. “Why’d you tell me that?” he asked, crossing his arms. She shrugged. “Truth?”. He nodded. “When I read you and looked into your life, for the first time I saw myself having an impact on your choices. When I looked into your mother’s life, I didn’t see myself. I thought I saw myself in Harry’s life but I wasn’t sure. But now I am sure. It looks like me and your families lives are becoming intertwined the longer I stay here. I saw myself giving you important information that would be used later. So, I did”.

Ron tilted his head, showing he was a bit puzzled. “So, have you ever seen yourself in someone else’s life, like, changing stuff?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not even in your friends lives?” Beck looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Oh um, I-” but before she could answer, a creak came from the staircase. “Thats mum” Ron said. He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind a door. “She’ll be peeved if she catches us out of bed”. The two squeezed tightly together behind the door, hoping the Weasley matriarch hadn’t heard them. Then, they heard Molly open the front door and let someone in. “Alastor, Remus thank you for coming.” Beck looked at Ron. “Ron who are those people?” Ron looked at her in shock. He heard her speak but she hadn’t moved her mouth. Before he could make a sound, she covered his mouth. “Yes I can speak to people in their head. I can hear you if you respond in your head. I’ll give you the rest of the details later. I just need to know if I’m in danger”. Ron shook his head. “No, you’re safe” he said. The two turned their attention back to the adults.

“Is it true Molly? What you said in your message, is Katherine Beckett really here?” one of the men said. “Yes. I heard the rumors that she had been discovered but since she was in America I didn’t think any thing of it. Next thing I know, she’s at my door crying saying she’s been kidnapped!” Molly’s voice sounded slightly panicked. “I thought she would be safe when we moved her there, but I guess those damn Death Eaters found her” the other man said, his voice much rougher than the first man’s voice. “Is her father still alive?” Molly asked. Beck held her breath. “He was never her father Molly, you know that” the second man said. Molly clicked her tongue. “He raised her so he’s her father, blood or not. Now is he alive?” There was silence. “Yes, but barely. He was Crucio-ed out of his mind. Just like Frank and Alice” the first man said. Beck stifled a sob. “The poor dear. She’ll be safe here for now but do you know who ordered this?” Molly asked. “The rumor is that Malfoy did but that seems low even for him”. There was more silence. “Alright, you’d two better leave before someone wakes up”. “Right, goodbye Molly”. The two men then exited the house, and Molly crept back up stairs.

Ron and Beck emerged from behind the door. “Who were those people?” she asked. “Mad-Eye Moody and Remus Lupin. Moody was the man with the rougher voice. They’re members of the Order of the Phoenix. They fight…You-Know-Who. Actually I’m surprised Moody didn’t know we were there. His eye is magic, it would have let him know we were here”. She nodded, still reeling at the revelation that her father wasn’t really her father. She sat down at the table. “Are you ok?” Ron asked, sitting beside her. “I…I don’t know. It’s a lot to process” she said. He nodded. He reached out tentatively and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. She looked up at him. Her green eyes shone brightly, the mix of the moonlight and the wetness of tears threatening to fall created a beautiful glimmer. Ron couldn’t help but admire her beauty. She smiled at him. “I think I’m gonna try to go back to sleep now” she said. “Right yeah of course” Ron said, somewhat awkwardly as he let go of her hand. She stood up and walked towards the stairs, pausing before starting the climb and looking back at the redhead. “Goodnight Ron” she said with a shy smile before climbing up the stairs. “Goodnight Beck” Ron said, feeling as if he was in a dream.

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[easily-infatuated23]

bruh did you steal the idea for Stolen Letters

i don’t think so... i was just writing a request. if i did i really didn’t know. where did you see this idea before just so i know?

[easily-infatuated23]

I’M BACK

hi again! so sorry i’ve been absent. but finals are over with so i will try my best to catch up and start posting again here. thanks for your patience x

#fanfiction writer #Harry Potter

[easily-infatuated23]

hey! sorry i’ve been inactive lately, school is really ramping up. i am working on a couple requests so hopefully i will have some new stuff up by next week :) 

[easily-infatuated23]

could u do a image we’re maybe her mom is Joyce Byers she heading to work and then she catches them in a heated making out session(she dating mike wheeler). Then she make Jonathan keep a eye on them while she goes to work then when she come back she talk to them. Sorry it that a lot to ask for.

hey there! I really appreciate your request but I don’t really feel comfortable writing about the stranger things kids doing stuff like that. I tried it once but I don’t think I will do that again. i’m sorry!

[easily-infatuated23]

I Hate That I Like You (Draco x Male!Reader)

Request: “Hello! I’m glad that you can do my request. I would love if you could write Draco x Male Slytherin. The reader is a tall brunette who’s kind of like rivals with Draco (but has the hugest crush on Draco) using prompt 13″- @daleanjustwantstohavefun​

a/n: this is my first reader as male and i really hope you like it! and if there are things i could have done better please let me know. i had fun so if someone wants to request an x male i will do it! also- as someone who is not fully gay i didn’t feel right trying to write what someone goes through when discovering or accepting that they are gay so i decided to just make the reader queer because i have a real understanding of that. 

pairing: Draco Malfoy x Male!Reader (Slytherin)

word count: 1k

warnings: none

summary: Reader and Draco have always been rivals, but things change once feelings (and a push from Pansy) get involved

October Prompt #13: “I never thought I’d say this but, under the circumstances, I’d have to agree with you”

It was common knowledge that the Slytherin prince Draco Malfoy hated Harry Potter more than anyone at Hogwarts, but there was someone else who Draco had a rivalry with that nearly beat Potter. Y/F/N Y/L/N was the other top dog of Slytherin house. He and Draco were neck and neck when getting top grades and being the best at well…anything. The two boys were constantly trying to one up each other. When Draco got on the Quidditch team second year, Y/N was captain by fourth year. If Y/N got top marks in Potions, Draco made sure to get top marks in Charms and Transfiguration. This pattern was a constant in the two boys lives. It also didn’t help that their families had been adversaries. Even though each family were long time Slytherins, something had happened generations ago that at this point no one could remember. But, the tension had stuck.

While their relationship had started out as a true rivalry, recently Y/N was starting to feel differently about him. The intensity with which Draco tried to one up him was now becoming more attractive than frustrating. Y/N had known for a while that he wasn’t fully straight. He liked girls, he liked boys, he liked anyone who made him feel alive, regardless of gender. When he realized he was crushing on Draco, he was shocked that someone he had borderline hated for so long was giving him butterflies. But he supposed feelings strong enough to make him feel alive could be positive or negative initially. Now planning ways to one up the platinum blonde was much more fun. Seeing Draco get all hot and bothered when Y/N did something better than him was exhilarating. When Draco would try to provoke Y/N, he would just be as calm and smug as possible. It made Draco furious. His face would turn bright red as he huffed away. Although Y/N tried to keep his feelings to himself, best friends can see through any mask.

Y/N was sitting in the common room with his best friends Blaise and Pansy one night when Blaise finally asked him about the slight changes in his behavior. “Y/N, are you ok? You’ve been acting kinda different recently”. Y/N tried to act nonchalantly. “Yeah I’m perfectly fine. Why?” “It’s just, every time Malfoy is around you get a bit…weird.” Pansy nodded in agreement and looked at Y/N. “Yeah the tension between you guys has totally shifted. Like it’s almost sexual tension” she said. Although he had never officially come out to his friends, he didn’t try to hide the way he felt about boys. It was never really a big deal whether or not someone was queer at Hogwarts. Y/N sighed and leaned closer to the two. “I never thought I’d say this but, under the circumstances, I’d have to agree with you”. “Oh my gosh! You have a crush on Draco don’t you!” Pansy said excitedly . Y/N shushed her and checked the room to see if Draco was lurking. Luckily, he wasn’t. Y/N ran his hand through his shaggy brown hair and then spoke again. “Recently I’ve started to develop feelings for him which feels so weird but also kinda makes sense”. “I can see you guys together once, you know, you ease up on this rivalry thing” Blaise added. Y/N laughed and shook his head. “No way, it is so much fun to mess with him like that!” The three laughed. “You know now that I think about it, if anyone else acted the way you do towards Draco, he would hex them into the next century. He lets you do it! Maybe he likes you too” she pointed out. “She does have a point” Blaise replied. Y/N thought for a minute. Could Draco really have feelings for him to? It was a possibility. “Maybe I’ll ask him. I don’t know, I have trouble reading Draco sometimes.” Y/N said.

“Talking about me again are we Y/L/N?” Draco said, as he strode into the common room. “Only always your highness” Y/N said teasingly as he stood up from his chair and dipped into a low bow. “Oh shut up” Draco said, pushing him over. “It’s actually good you’re here Malfoy, Y/N has a question for you” Pansy said. She looked over at him and smiled giving a small thumbs up. Y/N rolled his eyes slightly and reclined back into his chair. He decided that if Pansy was going to force him to do this now, he was going to act as cooly and smugly as possible, just incase it all back fired. “Have you ever considered that the reason you are such a prat to me sometimes is because deep down you have feelings for me?”. Draco froze. “W-What are you talking about?” “It’s okay Draco I understand. I’m hot what can I say. Don’t worry you are attractive too.” Pansy and Blaise were on the edge of their seats. They may or may not have made a bet last year that the two boys would end up together and Pansy wanted her five galleons. “I- I uhh I…” Draco stammered. “Look at that, finally speechless! I guess this means I win.” Y/N said, standing up from his chair so he was now eye to eye with Draco. He put his hand on Draco’s shoulder. “Take all the time you need to think about that, I’ll be here” Y/N said. He turned and began to walk away but Draco said something that made him stop. “So what if I do have feelings for you. What are you going to do about it?” Pansy and Blaise gasped and held hands. This was better than studying any day. Y/N chuckled slightly and turned back around. “Say something like that again and I may have to come over there and shut you up” he replied. Draco raised his eyebrow. Then Draco said the only two words that unmistakably mean kiss me. “Make me.” Y/N smiled and walked back across the room to where Draco was standing. In one swift motion, he cupped Draco’s face and kissed him. “Yes!” Pansy said, turning to Blaise. “Pay up I win”. Blaise rolled his eyes and fished the money out of his pocket, placing it in her hand. Y/N and Draco looked at the two and laughed before kissing again.

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Can you do a Fred Weasley imagine where him and Angelina are kind of “talking” but the reader and Angelina are really good friends and she doesn’t know that there “talking” so when Angelina tells her, she seems okay with it, “it’s not like I’ve liked him since first year.” And since she’s on the quidditch team, she kind of drops out. And starts to hung out more with Cedric and that’s when Fred gets jealous and realizes it was never Angelina but the reader. the whole reason he liked Angelina was because of some letters she gave him but she never wrote them, the reader did. And Fred and Angelina get into a big fight. Happy ending with Fred and reader.

ANON! when I read this let me tell you I screamed! this is so juicy I loved it. I just posted and I hope you like it! 

Stolen Letters

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Stolen Letters

Request: “Can you do a Fred Weasley imagine where him and Angelina are kind of “talking” but the reader and Angelina are really good friends and she doesn’t know that there “talking” so when Angelina tells her, she seems okay with it, “it’s not like I’ve liked him since first year.” And since she’s on the quidditch team, she kind of drops out. And starts to hung out more with Cedric and that’s when Fred gets jealous and realizes it was never Angelina but the reader. the whole reason he liked Angelina was because of some letters she gave him but she never wrote them, the reader did. And Fred and Angelina get into a big fight. Happy ending with Fred and reader.” -anon

a/n: i loved this request!! i changed it a little bit but this was so much fun to write! i also made Angelina meaner than i had anticipated.

pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none i don’t think

summary: Reader has always had feelings for Fred and when he starts dating Angelina, it doesn’t make sense to any one

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From the moment she stepped into Hogwarts, she was smitten with Fred Weasley. Everything he did was perfect to her. The way he laughed, the way he walked…everything. It was hard to feel this strongly for someone and be their best friend at the same time. She decided the best course of action would be to find an outlet for these feelings. She knew if she tried to burry them she might explode. Her solution was simple. She kept a small diary that she would fill with all of her thoughts and feelings about the redhead. It was better to get those things out of her head before she saw him, otherwise, every day she would risk that explosion of feelings. Being a private person, this was her worst fear. As she continued at Hogwarts her feelings persisted. Hell, she even joined the Quidditch team just to spend more time with him. She did enjoy being a chaser, but messing around during practice was more fun. When she wasn’t spending time with Fred and George, she was with her best girlfriend Angelina. She could be mean at times but she was a good friend none the lessThey told each other everything, well, almost everything. Y/N loved to hear Angelina talk about the newest boy in her life and how cute she thought he was etc. However, she would always inevitably find something wrong with them and move on to someone else. Angelina would ask Y/N about who she liked but Y/N would rather die before she admitted her love for Fred to another soul. “Oh this boy from back home. We’re like childhood sweet hearts.” Angelina would just roll her eyes. “Fine! Don’t tell me! I’ll find out one day”.

When Y/N got home from practice one day, she found Angelina sitting on her bed. “Ohh my gosh Y/N I have something to tell you!” she said excitedly. “Who is it this time?” Y/N asked. Angelina scoffed and threw a pillow at her. “Shut up this is serious! You’ll never guess who asked me out!” Y/N threw her bag down on the ground. “You are correct I will never guess, now who is it?” “Fred Weasley!” Y/N stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Come again?” “Fred Weasley! He asked me to be his date to Hogsmeade this weekend!”. She wasn’t sure what to say. “I didn’t even know you liked him like that” she said finally. “Yeah well who can resist a Quidditch player!” “So you only like him because he plays Quidditch?” Angelina crossed her arms. “I thought you would be happier for me what is up with you?”. “I’m sorry I just didn’t think he was your type!” she replied. “Why do I even bother telling you things” Angelina said, storming out of the dorm. Y/N sat down on her bed, doing everything in her power to hold back tears. “It’s just a fling, she’ll just move on to the next one like she always does” she tried to rationalize. No matter what she told herself, it still hurt.

As the next week dragged on, the pain didn’t subside. Seeing what she had thought was her best friend and Fred being close, killed her. To make matters worse, Angelina had become very cold to Y/N and would always steal Fred away whenever she tried to see him. George tried to help her but he was almost as alienated from his brother as she was. By week number three, she gave up trying to pretend everything was fine. She stopped going to meals with her friends and would spend as much of her free time in her dorm as possible. The only person who seemed to be able to pull her out of her fog of sadness was Cedric. They had always been acquaintances, but being forced away from Fred had brought the two closer. They would study together, walk to class together, and go to Hogsmeade together. From the outside looking in, anyone would have thought the two were dating. Of course, Y/N didn’t have feelings for Cedric, nor did he have feelings for her. When they would walk, Cedric would hold her hand. It was a gesture of friendship for them, but it fueled the rumors none the less. Cedric was a great distraction, but when time came to see Fred on the Quidditch pitch, she was thrust back into sadness.

Eventually, she stopped attending Quidditch practice, much to her captain’s dismay. “Well, looks like Y/N has decided not to show up again so, Connors, you’re in” he yelled before practice. While on a break, Fred, George, Ron, and Harry went to go sit with Hermione who was watching practice. Fred decided to ask Hermione about Y/N. “Why do you think Y/N’s been skipping practice? I feel like I never see her any more”. Hermione just shook his head. “You can be so daft sometimes.” “What do you mean by that?” “She clearly has feelings for you and you started dating her best friend. Who, might I add, has been isolating you from your friends.” “Yeah and we all know you don’t really like Angelina so just break it off already.” George added. Fred was taken a back by his brothers words. “Hey don’t say that I like Angelina”. George shot Fred his best ‘are you kidding me’ look. Hermione decided to step in. “Tell me this then, what’s your favorite color red or green?” “What does that have to do with anything?” “Just answer my questions as quickly as you can without thinking.” “Fine. Red.” “What do you like more chicken or beef?” “Chicken” “Summer or winter?” Summer.” “Who do you like more Y/N or Angelina?” “Y/N.” The group looked at each other and laughed a little. “Oh. Oh I see what you did there. That was sneaky…but, that can’t be. I like Angelina, if I didn’t I wouldn’t have asked her out”. “Keep telling yourself that mate” Ron said, patting his brother on the back.

After practice, Fred couldn’t stop thinking about what Hermione had said. Did Y/N really have feelings for him? Did he have feelings for her? It was all so confusing. But, he didn’t have time to ponder such matters of the heart because he had to meet Angelina in the library in ten minutes. “You’re late. Why are you late?” she demanded once he arrived. “Just by a minute! I had to shower.” She rolled her eyes. As she began talking about her day and about the gossip around the school Fred couldn’t help but realize he didn’t care about a word she was saying. He thought back to why he had even asked her out in the first place. It had really been about some letters she sent to him after they had started talking a bit more. They were beautiful love letters that made him feel like the most important person in the world. The eloquence with which the letters had been written didn’t seem to match with her personality and history now that he thought about it. “Fred are you even listening to me right now?”. He lifted his gaze to meet hers. She was glaring at him. “Right, sorry. What did you say?” She huffed at him. “I was saying that I can’t believe Cedric and Y/N are dating.” “What?” Fred said, feeling very confused. “Yeah I mean haven’t you noticed? They are always together and they’re so touchy!” Fred felt himself get a bit hot with anger. But, why was he mad? Once Angelina decided it was time for them to leave the library, Fred saw Y/N and Cedric together for the first time. He hadn’t realized that he had started to subconsciously look away whenever he saw Y/N. He felt guilty. He forced himself to look and saw that they were standing in the court yard talking about something when Cedric suddenly took Y/N’s hand and started dancing with her. She was laughing and smiling as he spun her around. She didn’t even notice Fred had walked by. “Good riddance. I was so tired of watching her sulk around the castle. She’s such a drama queen. Come on”. Angelina pulled Fred away back to the Gryffindor common room.

Once they arrived, Fred was in a foul mood. Everyone could tell something was off. Once Angelina left the common room, Fred was cornered by his twin. “Oy Freddie, what’s your problem?” George asked him. “I don’t know George. I was doing fine until Hermione asked me that question earlier and now I just feel off. Did you know Cedric and Y/N are dating?” George made his best surprised face. He knew for a fact that they weren’t dating but this might be the push Fred needed to get off his ass and ask out Y/N. “I didn’t. Who told you that?”. “I didn’t really have to be told did I? I saw them dancing in the courtyard, practically kissing! It was disgusting.” Just then, Y/N entered the common room. “Oh hey boys” she said, moving more quickly now to avoid Fred. “Hey Y/N Fred has something he wants to ask you” George said. This for some reason got under her skin more than anyone had anticipated. After nearly a month of having to talk to Fred through other people, she had enough. “Well, if Fred has something to say to me he should say it, or wait I forgot, he has to ask his girlfriend first” she huffed. “Hey that’s not fair! You never speak to me any more either! Or maybe you have to go ask your boyfriend” he replied, standing up from his chair. “Boyfriend? What the hell are you on about?” she asked. Her genuine tone of surprise confused Fred. “Cedric obviously”. She shook her head and scoffed. “Oh so when I make other friends besides you, suddenly they are my boyfriend? Real mature Fred. You know if seeing me with some one else bothers you so much, imagine how it felt seeing you start dating my best friend instead of me” she exploded. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t think…” he stammered. Well, there was no going back now. The explosion she feared had begun. “Yeah thats pretty obvious. I still don’t even understand how that happened. You are way to good for her” she said.“Look, I’ve always had feelings for you Y/N. I just was worried you didn’t feel the same way so I made myself move on. I only really started to like her after she sent me a couple of really heart felt love letters. She wrote stuff talking about how ‘my smile could cut through even the thickest fog’ and ‘her heart skips a beat whenever I’m around’. No one had ever said stuff like that to me and I think I got confused.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. She closed her eyes and sighed. “Did her letters also say things like ‘the fire in your soul burns as brightly as the sun’?” Fred raised his eyebrow. “Yeah how did you know? She said no one else saw them or even knew she wrote them.” “Ugh the audacity of this girl. Fred, I wrote that. I’ve liked you for so long but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship so I would write down all of my feelings in a journal just to get it out of my system. She must have found it because what you just said is word for word something I wrote a month or so ago.” “Wait slow down. You’re saying you like me so much you have to write it down so you wouldn’t blurt it out?” She blushed and nodded. Fred smiled and wrapped her in a tight hug. “If I had known that I would have told you how I felt a long time ago”. She smiled and looked up at him. Fred’s smiled shifted a bit. “So this means Angelina used your words to make me like her? That’s awful!” “Yeah, you can bet she’s gonna get an earful from me.” “No, I’m gonna talk to her.”

As if on cue, Angelina walked into the common room. “I heard Fred yelling what’s going on?” George smiled. “This is going to be good” he said. Fred released Y/N from the hug and walked over to Angelina. “Is it true? Did you steal passages from Y/N’s diary and use them to make me like you?” Angelina crossed her arms. George wished he had popcorn. “I wanted to date someone on the Quidditch team and Y/N was sitting on the perfect way to get you to like me. How could I not use it?” “You are supposed to be my friend what the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N said angrily. “You do what you have to do to get what you want” she said smugly, walking over to Fred and taking his hand. He shook her off and stepped closer to Y/N. “Fred what are you doing you are my boyfriend, take my side!” “You’ll have to find another guy to toy with because we’re done” Fred said. Angelina was furious. She stormed back to the girls dormitory. “Well that was fun to watch. I’m gonna head to bed and let you two sort out what you have to. Goodnight” George said.

Fred turned to face Y/N. “I’m going to do something I should have done a long time ago” he said. He cupped her face in his hands and pulled her close. She smiled and leaned in further.Their lips touched and they kissed passionately. The explosion of feelings she had feared turned out to be the best thing that could’ve happened. Fred pulled away and booped her nose. “So, you have a whole journal filled with things you like about me” “Oh shut up!” she laughed and pulled him in for another kiss.

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